There’s something sacred about packing a car the night before a road trip. The backseat becomes a puzzle. Snacks here. Blankets there. Bag of “just in case” items tucked under the seats. You think you’re packing for a destination, but really, you’re packing for possibility. I always start with the essentials: Tire pressure checked. Oil
The first time I took my hands off the wheel, I didn’t feel free. I felt afraid. My fingers hovered over the steering wheel like a parent letting go of a child’s bike for the first time. The car drove itself. It stayed in the lane, adjusted its speed, responded to the curve ahead— perfectly, precisely, without emotion. But I had plenty of t
Seville begins at twilight. Not when the sun sets — but when the shadows start to sing. I wandered through Barrio Santa Cruz, its alleyways lit like amber dreams. Every turn was a story. Every lantern, a sigh. The scent of orange blossom floated through courtyards like perfume from the past. Flamenco rose from hidden doorways. Heels against fl
Medellín doesn’t just sit in a valley. It belongs there — cradled by green, held by hills. I arrived just after a rain. The streets shimmered. The mountains steamed softly like they were exhaling. Locals greeted me with warmth that felt earned, not rehearsed. I rode the Metrocable up the hillside, watching the city stretch and climb like a